Original Werewolf Novels & Stories

He was no longer merely a man consumed by anger but a werewolf driven by an animalistic fury. Gideon's reaction was instantaneous, a mix of determination and recognition. He knew that he had no choice but to match Yorgan's transformation. His body began to shift as well, a process that was both painful and exhilarating. His eyes glowed a vibrant gold, his muscles rippled and expanded, his bones realigned, and his skin was replaced by thick, dark fur. His face elongated into a powerful muzzle filled with deadly teeth. He too had become a werewolf, the Alpha, a majestic and fearsome being, a symbol of power and dominance.

Dad, covered in blood, stood protectively in front of a breathtakingly beautiful she-wolf. And on the she-wolf's back were a pair of unfurled, transparent wings. "El-Elven?" Lucas' eyes widened. "That's right. My mother was indeed not a pure werewolf. She was an elf who carried werewolf blood." The Original Werewolves were originally a branch of the elves. Therefore, when an ordinary werewolf mated with an elf, not only would it not cause any physiological rejection, but it would also purify the werewolf's blood and strengthen the offspring.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, towering over them with glowing red eyes and a menacing aura. A powerful, malevolent presence hung heavy in the air. The group's heart sank as they beheld the true form of the second Ancient One—a monstrous werewolf, the embodiment of primal darkness. "You thought you could vanquish us so easily?" The werewolf's voice echoed with a sinister growl. "You underestimate the strength of our kind. Prepare to face your annihilation!" The werewolf lunged, its claws slashing through the air with blinding speed. Amelia and her companions barely had time to react, desperately evading the creature's devastating attacks. Despite their best efforts, their weapon

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.